Where is My Cell Phone?

We celebrated Owen's birthday on Saturday (April, 9th). He is two! Holy crap, it feels like just the other day, a neonatal nurse was handing me my extremely tiny two-pound-boy to hold for the first time. Man, how I adore my little, handsome, smart, happy, cute, special, little Owen. I am so thankful for you Owen Reed. Yesterday, was what? Monday? Yes, yesterday was Monday. Sunday and Monday were hard days for me. I was exhausted, both mentally and physically. Jess left the other day, and I am taking that dumb statistics class. That's right, it is a dumb class. The teacher is irritating me. Every time I asked her a question, she refers me someplace else. Super annoying. I had a paper due yesterday and I was watching another little boy in addition to Owen. Winton ( the little boy I was watching) is awesome, he is so sweet, and he actually keeps Owen entertained, so that made things ( like writing a paper on statistics) a little easier. I am just happy I am not feeling as rough as I was yesterday. In fact, I was so tired that, when I was talking to Jesse on my cell phone, I asked (out loud), " Where is my stupid cell phone" I walked around the house looking for my phone, until Jesse said, "Uh, are you still looking for your cell phone?" Then it clicked, the cell phone was on my ear, I was talking on the stupid thing as I was looking for it. I think Jesse may have been a tad bit worried about me. I haven't had time to do much of anything, like laundry. It is stacked to my ceiling. Oh-well, I guess I will go do a load or 12.